Weyr Life Drabbles: Prompt word #83: "Lost"
Felena looks around the vacated weyr, and sighs. It looks... lived in. An unmade bed, bits and pieces scattered across a shelf, mending in a reed basket beneath the table and a cold mug of klah slowly growing mould beside the dragon's couch.
Some things will be easier to deal with than others. His wingmates will have chosen their mementos already. Clothes can be laundered, then re-used is some fashion, as can all the usual accoutrements of a rider - leather, knives, brushes and the like.
But the rest - the sum of this rider's life - inevitably, their meaning will be lost.
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